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Bringing in the Sheaves

“They that sow in tears shallreap in joy.

He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”

Psalms 126:5-6

As a child, I often sang the song, Bringing in the Sheaves without really understanding what it truly meant.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/b/r/bringing.htm

According to Wikipedia,
The lyrics were written in 1874 by Knowles Shaw, who was inspired by Psalm 126:6, “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” Shaw also wrote music for these words, but they are now usually set to a tune by George Minor, written in 1880.

Wow, I didn’t know the song has been around so long. I have heard stories of children who misunderstood and thought they were singing about bringing in sheets – as in bringing in the laundry. My Mom was one of them. I smile as I imagine Mom as a child, belting out the words, “bringing in the sheets!” According to Merriam-Webster dictionary, ashe Full Definition of sheaf
plural sheaves play \ˈshēvz\
1
: a quantity of the stalks and ears of a cereal grass or sometimes other plant material bound together
2
: something resembling a sheaf of grain <a sheaf of papers>
3
: a large amount or number

However, there is much more meaning in this song and in the Bible verse from which it is taken. (Psalms 126:6)

Several years ago, the Lord showed me the power in these verses in a way I had not seen before.

[In the Amplified Version, verse 5: “They who sow in tears shall reap in joy and singing.” I like that. When the Lord blesses, I sing. When I fail – I go to His Word and then sing.] Verse 5 defines verse 6 in a nutshell. So I shall concentrate on verse 6.

  1. He that goeth forth – requires action.
  2. and Weepeth – weeping. To feel such a burden to pray for someone that it brings tears. From the heart. It is deep and personal. Not selfish tears but caring so much that it breaks our heart. When I realized this, I knew it was from the Lord. There was someone who needed the Savior and I didn’t have any way to contact that person. So I prayed and as I prayed, a river of tears came and a burden that was so strong, I prayed several times a day for that one the Lord loved even more than I.  It also requires Humility
  3. bearing precious seed – I love the word “precious” used here. The implication that this is good seed.                                                            [“But this I say, He which soweth sparingly shall reap also sparingly; and he which soweth bountifully shall reap also bountifully.” 2 Corinthians 9:6]                                                    [“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season, we shall reap, if we faint not.” Galatians 6:7-9]                                                    In these verses, I have learned to be a good steward.  As we pray, it must not be selfish.                                                                                    Praying as the Spirit leads for others. That His will may be done. That He will soften a hard heart. That others will repent and will receive Christ as their Savior.                                                                                Sharing the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ as we are prompted by the Holy Spirit.                                                                                                  Teaching the Word of God Faithfully; “rightly dividing the Word of God.” (2 Timothy 2:15)                                                                                                       In other words, live in a way that pleases Him. “the just shall live by faith. Sowing good seed. In my minds eye, I saw the person for whom I was praying to be saved. Before this was answered, I asked the Lord to show me any root of bitterness in my heart and asked His forgiveness and then when I brought that loved one to the foot of the cross, on my knees, in tears. Only then did He answer in abundance!
  4. shall doubtless come again – Returning – Harvest Time
  5. Rejoicing – abundance of joy.
  6. Bringing his sheaves with him – Reward – Answered Prayer – Souls led to Christ.

The person I was praying for was “my Daddy.” I had my Daddy at the top of my prayer list for many years. (About 30 years!) At first, as a child and new believer, I prayed that my Daddy would come to know Christ as his savior so that some day, I could meet him in Heaven. Around 1998, the burden to pray for my Daddy was so strong, it seemed as a weight. I had to pray. I prayed for his salvation but that wasn’t enough. He placed on my heart the need to find my Daddy and to share the Love of Christ with him. That seemed to be an impossible mission. You see, Mom had told me about my Dad. He was a sergent in the U.S. Marine Corps. I had a birth certificate but his real name was not listed.

The Lord led me to pray for my Mom – that The Holy Spirit would convict her and that He would soften her heart to repentance. (John was praying with me.) A few days later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door, Mom was standing there with a piece of paper. “I think this is what you need to find your Daddy,” she said as she handed me my grandmother’s obituary. My Aunt still lived in her mother’s house. I looked up her phone number on line and asked if she could give me her brother’s address. She did!

We had Pastor Brodie and the Sunday School class praying as I made a phone call the following night. The first try, I got the answering machine. It was amazing just to hear my father’s voice. It was the realization that my Daddy was not a ficticious character residing in the portal of my mind and heart but is real and needed the Lord.

John and I prayed and with a shaky hand, I dialed the number and he answered. After explaining who I was, he said the most wonderful words I had longed to hear. “I remember you!” He told me that the last time he saw me, I was three but looked like I was two. He even remembered every detail – down to the blue glasses and the color of my outfit. He had always wondered about me but thought Mom must not have told him about me.

He and his wife came for a wonderful visit. I think seeing out loved ones in Heaven will feel something like being held in my Daddy’s arms for the first time.  We visited them after Christmas that year. You cannot imagine the overwhelming joy as we shared the Gospel with them and they both received Christ as their Savior.  It was then I understood about bringing in the Sheaves – Psalms 126:6-9.

I was reminded of this tonight. I was playing the piano and noticed verse three of Bringing in the Sheaves.

“Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, tho the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping’s over He will bid us welcome – we shall come rejoicing, bring in the sheaves.”

This is my testimony of how the Lord turned weeping into rejoicing as we sowed in tears and reaped the abundant harvest with joy.

Blessings to you as you sow seeds for Him.

Kathy

 

 

Southern Raised

Those of you who have read The Vision of a Mother’s Heart, you know that this is a musical family. This past Sunday, we were honored to meet another musical family. My husband discovered their music on YouTube a few weeks ago, ordered their DVD’s and listened to them constantly. Their music is fabulous but it their testimony that truly won our hearts.

The name of the group is Southern Raised. They were classically trained and the Lord directed their ministry to Christian bluegrass. Check out their testimony on their website! http://southernraisedbluegrass.com/

This ministry was a result of their parents prayer many years ago for their family to serve the Lord as a family. At the time, music was the last thing they expected. Isn’t that just like the Lord? He opens doors and provides opportunities we never expected.  All the glory goes to Him.

Some things we love about this family group is that:

  • They give God all the glory in their testimonies.
  • They weave in the Gospel.
  • They dress modestly
  • The focus is on Him and not themselves.

For years before singing, I have always asked that it is His voice that is heard and not mine. I can see this in this family. They are instruments of His love.

 

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My husband, John with Matt, Sarah, Lindsay and Emily. If you look closely, you will see their Mom, Sharon in the background. She is the lovely lady in the black outfit.

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Be sure to click on the link below to hear their music and to read more about them. Listen for Matt’s fabulous bass!

 

Southern Raised

 

(I’ll Have A New Life!)

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Monday Melody/ A Song for Bessie

 

Over the past few years, whenever a hymn is mentioned; I have noticed there are believers who make a face or comment they prefer praise music. This is especially true for those wonderful hymns which have stood the test of time.

When The Roll is Called Up Yonder is often sung on family shows set in in the late 1800’s. The expressions on the faces of the singers do not reflect the significance of this old hymn; however they sing their parts beautifully. Especially the bass on this song. Perhaps they are unaware of the story behind it.

In the book Al Smith’s Treasury of Hymn Histories by Alfred B. Smith.

Mr. Smith tells a precious story of the background for When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder.

(Hearing him tell the story of how Hymns were written was a wonderful experience as he also sang the song. Now he is singing in Heaven with the little girl who inspired this old favorite.)

Sunday School teacher and Epworth League (a young people’s Bible club) James M. Black was walking to the post office in Williamsport PA and decided to take a different route than usual. He walked down an alley and discovered terrible poverty he didn’t know existed in his town.

There was a young girl sweeping the porch. Although she was only fourteen-years-old; she wore the look of poverty and deprivation on her face.

“Do you go to Sunday School?” he asked.

“No sir. I’d like to but I don’t have anything fit to wear; but sir, how I’d love to go,” was her reply.

Mr. Black and his wife made sure she had clothes and everything she needed to make her feel fit to go to Church. Friends even donated clothing for her.

Soon, she was faithful in attendance to both Sunday School and the Epworth League. She was there to respond every time the roll was called until one day when her name was called there was no reply.  Mr. Black became concerned that something was wrong. Perhaps her drunken father had refused to allow her to come or had beaten her again.

After Church, Mr. Black made his way through the alley to her ramshackled house. He found a very sick young lady. He sent for his doctor and the news was not good.  She was diagnosed with an advanced case of pneumonia.

Walking back home, he couldn’t shake the feeling that had come over him when Bessie had failed to show up for roll call that day.  Some day there will be a roll call in Heaven and oh, the sadness there will be for those whose names are not written in the Lambs Book of Life.

He had tried to find a suitable song that morning but couldn’t find one to sing which he could use to impress this truth upon the hearts of the young people.  His heart was heavy and disappointed that there was not a song to sing which would impress upon their hearts the need for The Savior.

He ended the service and in his disappointment he felt this was an opportunity lost. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. Why don’t you write one? He said later, “I put away the thought but as I opened the gate and walked up the path to my house, the same thought came again so strongly that tears filled my eyes. I went into the house and sat down at the piano. Without any effort at all the words seemed to tumble from my mind.”

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound

and time shall be no more;

And the morning breaks Eternal, bright and fair,

When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,

An the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

“After the complete set of words had come, the tune then came in the same manner. I felt that I was only the transcriber – I dared not change a note or word. In a few days I more fully understood why, for our beloved Bessie went home to Heaven to await that glorious day.”

“This song was first sung publicly at her funeral and before singing it, I related the circumstances which led to its writing. Never will I forget the effect it had upon the large audience of friends who had come. The Lord had taken little Bessie home but in her place He had given a song to keep reminding us to be ready for that great roll-call day.”

     When The Roll is Called Up Yonder was first published in the Epworth League songbook in 1892. It may have been overlooked and unpublished if Mr. Black had not written the manuscript in green ink. It stood out to publisher, Mr. Charles Gabriel who was editing the book. He later said, “The composer’s name was not familiar to me, but the green ink had made the song stand out. It was a new thought. I played it over, liked it and published it.” The rest is history. (ABS)

Lets sing along with the Gaither and friends as they sing Bessie’s song.

What if this Sunday School teacher had just passed by that dear child and had not invited her to Sunday School or followed through? She may have never received Christ as her Savior, her faithful attendance would not have been a catalyst to the song that has blessed and encouraged so many.

How about you? Is your name written in the Lambs Book of Life? (Revelation 20:11-15)

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved

Acts 16:31

There is a Fountain

Dear friends,

I have been working on several posts, including two Little Isabel stories, a pictorial demonstration for making soap by my dear friend and a devotional. I was all set to post my Little Isabel story today but my Heavenly Father placed something else on my heart.

This morning after John went to work, I went through the usual routine of putting away the breakfast things, ran the dishwasher, scooped out the litter box, scrubbed my hands, put a load of laundry in the wash and finally, picked up my Bible for devotions. (Okay, by the time I had finished all of the above, vertigo reared its ugly head; forcing me to have my Bible time in a reclining position so I didn’t make a lot of journal notes!)

I opened my Bible to Psalms 145 – 147. Each chapter is filled with a wonderful menagerie of praises, promises and proclamations. I look forward to doing a proper Word study but this morning, I was caught up in the praise. It seemed as if each chapter reminded me of a hymn or chorus and of course, had to sing each one.

“Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised…”
“Praise the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me, bless His Holy name.”
“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever…”

Okay, you get the picture. It was a morning of singing unto the Lord. It didn’t end there. An old song, Jesus is Coming Soon continuously played in my mind and so I sat down at the piano and began to play by ear. I couldn’t even find the lyrics but that’s okay. He knew. Then I went online and listened to a group from the 1960’s sing it just as I had remembered from years ago and then found a YouTube of someone playing the music-the right way! When we got home from dinner, I listened to another Gospel song and another. Then I took my husband’s grandfathers song books he used as the song leader for the Presbyterian Church men’s Sunday School Class in Clifton Forge, Virginia.

It was amazing! I took it to the piano and played so many gems which are quickly becoming obsolete. It makes me sad to know that there will be generations of people who never had the blessing of singing through an old hymnal and knowing the power of God’s Word behind many of the hymns.  I was surprised to see the song, No Never Alone by W.A. Hemphill. I thought it was written in the 1960’s (I was saved in 1968) The copyright was 1900! It has always been a favorite.  Each old Hymn was like an old friend. As I played and (tried to) sing along, the lyrics amazed, convicted, compelled and challenged me to share the Gospel more freely.

Although I have sung this song many times through the years, one phrase from There is a Fountain stood out.

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 “Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die.”

I know this song by heart but always focused on the Gospel passages. What a wonderful way to describe our life as believers?

(His) redeeming love has been my theme.  What about you? What is the theme of your life? Do you know His redeeming love?

He gave His life for you. Won’t you receive Him today?

If you would like to receive Christ as your Savior but don’t know how, please email me at khpurdywrites4Him@hotmail.com

I will be happy to share His plan of salvation with you!

Sisters and brothers in Christ, I challenge you to go through old hymnals and to dwell on the words. This has always been a blessing to me and always cheers me up!

Thank you for letting me share the music that is in my heart tonight.

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                    Copyright 1910

 

Happy singing!

     Kathy

Monday Melody: I Will Sing the Wondrous Story

Several years ago, my friend and I sang at a Christian Women’s Conference. Following the music, the speaker had a special exercise for us. She gave us a slip of paper and instructed us to think about the following phrase, “If I could be an animal, what would I be?” we were to write the animal on a slip of paper and to be ready to share with the group and to tell everyone why.

f228e53e14370fedbecb085a086f39a5.jpg  That was easy. I didn’t have to think twice. I removed the blue cap from my Bic pen and wrote Songbird.

The woman walked around the room making comments and offering suggestions. When she stopped at my chair, I could feel her disapproval. “I don’t think you understand,” she said. “Think of a wonderful, majestic animal. If you must be a bird, why not be something fearless and majestic – an Eagle would be a great choice!”

“But I am not majestic nor am I a bird of prey. I would be a songbird and always will be. As long as I can remember, I sang constantly. Washing dishes, swinging on the swing in our back yard or on the front porch, sweeping the floor, preparing lessons to teach, gently waking my sister and brother. (Okay, that may have been a bit obnoxious but I meant to wake them gently, cheerfully.) Riding in the car, whatever I am doing, I sing. It comes naturally. I don’t usually think about it, it just swells up in my soul and flows past my lips – sometimes I sing without realizing it.”

“Well,” she said, “Eagles soar high and their voice is powerful.”

“I learned many years ago that it isn’t always the loud, powerful songs that touch the soul but the soft, soothing lullabies, quiet songs of consecration, pleading songs of invitation, cheerful songs to lift the weary soul and earnest songs of praise unto the Lord. This is what God placed on my heart for ministry. When I was a candy striper in the hospital, it was hymns sang softly that calmed the hurting, pediatric patients. When I was a small child, my grandfather who suffered from emphysema asked me to sing for him when he was having a difficult time breathing. He always said it helped. This is why I am a songbird. To soothe, to calm, to praise Him and to give Him the glory.  I can and do sing the Eagle songs when He places these songs on my heart. He usually gives me the softer songs to sing.”

We each have a job to do. Whether you are soprano, alto, tenor or bass, He has asked us to “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.”

There are so many passages in Scripture about singing; it must be important to the Lord. After all, He made the songbird and the eagle. Whatever bird we fancy ourselves to be isn’t important as long as we lift our voices to Him!

I was playing the piano this weekend and ran across this song. He prompted me to share some of the wonderful old hymns with you and Monday Melody began. So lift your voice with me and sing. (Check out the link below. The group singing reminds me of the Church from my early years as a believer. So if you have a hymnal, turn to the following song and sing along.

I Will Sing the Wondrous Story

   ♫ Francis H. Rowley     ♫ Peter P. Bilhorn

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“I will sing the wondrous story of the Christ who died for me

How He left His home in glory for the cross of Calvary.

       Yes I’ll sing the wondrous story of the Christ who died for me,

        Sing it with the saints in glory, gathered by the crystal sea.”    

 

Where’s The Line?

In the hustle and bustle of the beginning of the Christmas season, as you’re shopping and decorating, Becky Kelley reminds us the most important thing when a child asks, “where’s the line to see Jesus?”